atypical dependency

next morning.

When Xiao Yi woke up, he realized that he was lying on a narrow bed, half of his calf was exposed outside the edge of the bed.

The sheets and quilt were quite clean, with a slight smell of washing powder.

Dry mouth, dizziness, Xiao Yi's hangover symptoms were all lying on the gun.

The friction between the skin and the bed surface was rough, and Xiao Yi only realized that he was wearing a rather loose white shirt when he put one hand on his temple and rubbed it habitually.

He raised his arms and looked at the loose cuffs for a long time before he finally realized where he was.

——This is Wei Zhuoyan's home...

No, it's Wei Zhuoyan's bedroom to be exact.

For a moment, he woke up trembling with stagnant nerves, his expression was naturally sharp, and he squinted his eyes to look around.

My memory is a bit fragmented, but seeing myself lying on Wei Zhuoyan's bed and being changed, it's probably because I vomited heavily the night before, got drunk and went crazy or something.

His hair was prickly like a chicken coop, Xiao Yi rubbed it with his hands, and began to be very curious about everything in this room.

Picking up Wei Zhuoyan's slightly larger shirt with one hand and smelling it, he slowly closed his eyes——

There is indeed a faint smell of that guy.

Thinking of Wei Zhuoyan taking off his shirt at night and lying down with his whole body relaxed, Xiao Yi's fingertips pressing on his temples tightened a little.

The stinging pain raged in an instant, and he forced his wandering thoughts back, looked down at the "Good Morning Ritual" who had set up a tent under him, and slumped down from the bed and swayed into the bathroom.

Being used to living in a villa, Xiao Yi almost bumped into a wall when he poked into Wei Zhuoyan's bathroom.

The small space made him inexplicably aggrieved, but when he thought that this was Wei Zhuoyan's residence, he felt inexplicably much happier.

After hastily washing up, he accidentally found something bloated on the sofa when he passed the living room.

He slowed down and looked at it carefully, and he unexpectedly noticed that the tall Wei Zhuoyan was curled up on the small sofa, curled up and sleeping in a rather uncomfortable position, and a rather thin quilt on his body was messed up by the other party. , Most of the body is cold outside to suffer from the cold.

Only then did he realize that the other party not only helped him deal with the follow-up matters the night before, but also gave him the bed, Xiao Yi's expression immediately became quite serious.

After standing there in a daze for quite a while, he quickly walked to the side of the other party, and carefully helped Wei Zhuoyan pull up the quilt, intending to cover him up again.

However, just after adjusting the angle of the quilt, Wei Zhuoyan, who was quite shallow in sleep, turned over straight away, frowned and opened his sleepy eyes, looking like a lazy big dog, moistened his lips and aimed at Xiao Yi without reservation.

The action of grabbing the quilt suddenly seemed ridiculous, Xiao Yi hung his arms like that for a long while, and then let go in embarrassment and straightened up: "Are you awake?"

Rubbing his eyes, Wei Zhuoyan cleared his hoarse throat, sat up slowly with the same unsightly hairstyle, looked at Xiao Yi and said, "You wake up quite early."

"Why did you sleep on the sofa?" Xiao Yi slipped one hand into his pocket, his tone was calm, but his expression was quite gentle, "Are you stupid if you don't sleep on a bed?"

Hearing the reproach from the other party, Wei Zhuoyan reacted a bit.

But soon he gathered some morning firepower, chuckled lightly, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Yi: "Yesterday, I don't know which brat got drunk and vomited and howled."

Xiao Yi's expression froze.

"You have a drunken spirit..." Wei Zhuoyan moved his shoulders and rubbed his arms, "I've been taught."

"I spit and howl?" Xiao Yi showed an embarrassed expression.

"That's not true." Wei Zhuoyan joked to Xiao Yi without changing his expression, "Extremely ugly."

The night before, Xiao Yi slept for a while and indeed got up and vomited quite a bit, but his image was definitely not as exaggerated as he described at the moment.

Of course, Wei Zhuoyan didn't intend to show mercy to the other party who had tormented him all night.

Looking at Wei Zhuoyan's gloomy face, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to rub his hair, and for the first time showed a rare greenness on his face: "Is that so?"

"..." I didn't expect the other party to believe that, and Wei Zhuoyan didn't know how to continue for a moment.

"Sorry." Xiao Yi tugged at his collar and shrugged, "I'm sorry."

"Okay, okay." Turning his eyes sideways, Wei Zhuoyan felt a little at a loss to see the other party being so frank, and immediately perfunctory boldly.

"Zhuo Yan." Looking at the other person's face, Xiao Yi sat down on the armrest of the sofa, looked sideways at the other person, and his tone gradually became serious, "Where did we talk about last night?" His memory was already blurred, so he had no choice but to ask.

Hearing the sound, Wei Zhuoyan glanced at Xiao Yi: "Why, you started talking before you even had breakfast?"

"You tell me first, I'll make you breakfast later." Xiao Yi raised one corner of his lips, showing a handsome smile.

"You? Make breakfast?" Wei Zhuoyan was a little surprised.

In his impression, Xiao Yi probably doesn't need to do all aspects of life by himself, so it may not be easy for this young master to have some survival skills of his own.

Catching the questioning expression in Wei Zhuoyan's eyes, Xiao Yi nodded: "Yes."

"Are you sure?" Wei Zhuoyan also showed a teasing smile, "There is no smoke alarm in my house."

"Don't worry." Xiao Yi's face remained calm, "I'm not bad at cooking." After a pause, he explained, "I used to live alone outside for a while, and these things are fine for me."

"Really." Wei Zhuoyan stroked his chin with one hand, smiling with a look of censorship.

Just staring at Wei Zhuoyan, who had messy hair but still had a charming smile, the smile on Xiao Yi's lips restrained a little bit.

After waiting and watching for a while, he suddenly leaned forward and slid straight to sit on Wei Zhuoyan's sofa, facing each other face to face, the distance suddenly shortened.

Seeing Xiao Yi's movements, Wei Zhuoyan's expression was like a monitor that had suddenly cut off the signal, flickered twice and then stiffened and dimmed.

"Zhuo Yan." Xiao Yi lowered his voice, sounding serious, "Can you understand what I said last night?"

"..." Wei Zhuoyan rubbed his stubbled chin uncomfortably back and forth with his fingertips, his face seemed to be muddy, dark and lifeless.

Xiao Yi waited patiently.

"I—" Stretching out a hand to pinch the bridge of the nose and the center of the eyebrows, Wei Zhuoyan covered his face with half of his palm, and said while sighing, "Are you going to play surprise attack this early in the morning?"

"Are you very resistant?"

"Resist?" Wei Zhuoyan rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips almost piercing his eyes, wondering what words to use to describe his mood, "—probably."

Xiao Yi's expression is like a firefly in the dark, flickering, making people a little unpredictable: "How resistant?" As he spoke, he slowly approached Wei Zhuoyan, and the distance between his cheek and the other party shortened to only a few inches .

With his face down, Wei Zhuoyan could feel Xiao Yi's clear and warm breath covering his side face.

The boy's intense and suffocating kiss suddenly came into his mind, he subconsciously tilted his head back, and after pulling some distance away from Xiao Yi, he shook his head and said in a very solemn tone, "This—I'm sorry."

Although the other party didn't make it clear, the implication behind the words was quite clear, and the firm rejection made Xiao Yi stop for a moment and continue to approach.

Although the other party didn't react as strongly as he did in the hospital that day, Xiao Yi understood that the other party's cognition hadn't changed much.

The only reason why the other party has been so tolerant to him these two days is that the other party cherishes the friendship between them and is willing to try to understand his thoughts.

Focusing on Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi's suppressed agitation swelled like never before.

——Even though he understood the other party's intention of resistance, what he was thinking about now was still the blaze when he captured Wei Zhuoyan's lips that day.

Longing for further physical contact with the other party, Xiao Yi remained silent, not knowing how he should be feeling now after being hit several times.

A subtle silence filled the space between the two parties again.

Although Xiao Yi tried his best to shield his discouragement, the sour branches and tendrils still meandered upward without hesitation, trapping all his emotions without hesitation, as if they were tied up so that he could hardly breathe.

"That's it, Xiao Yi."

Just when Xiao Yi felt a little tired, Wei Zhuoyan spoke first.

"You promised me one thing, okay?" Wei Zhuoyan turned his face sideways, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Tell me." Xiao Yi's tone of voice could not help but carry a sense of loneliness and coldness.

"In two days, come with me to a blind date."

"..." Xiao Yi was still a little unresponsive when he heard the other party's words.

"You said you like me because I can give you the feeling of not being given up, don't you?" Wei Zhuoyan remembered the boy's sincere words the night before.

"..." Xiao Yi's expression gradually darkened like a silent night.

"Listen to me, if you are willing to meet some people, you will know that this feeling is not hard to get, understand."

"..."

"Women do this much better than men." Wei Zhuoyan stared at him intently.

"Is that so?" Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed, and he found a rebuttal position almost immediately, "So you divorced back then because your wife was firm?"

"Xiao Yi." Wei Zhuoyan frowned helplessly, "Get in touch with women more, maybe you won't be like this—"

"So what?" Xiao Yi said in a deep voice, retorting, "Pervert?"

"You know that's not what I mean." Wei Zhuoyan stretched out his hands to pinch the space between his eyebrows.

"So what are you trying to say? Tell me to meet a woman, but I happen to fall in love with her?" Xiao Yi stared at Wei Zhuoyan and raised his eyebrows.

Really not used to this kind of tit-for-tat confrontation, Wei Zhuoyan was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and nodded at Xiao Yi as if he didn't intend to hide anymore: "That's right." Staring at the other party sincerely, he persuaded, "Xiao Yi, listen to me this time, It is natural for men to like women. You had very little contact with the opposite sex in your circle before, didn’t you? Get in touch with more women, maybe you will change your current thinking.”

Almost staring at Wei Zhuoyan with a frustrated and sad expression, Xiao Yi was silent for a long time before slowly nodding, and said in defeat, "Blind date, is it?" Pulling his neckline with one hand, he stood up again from the sofa. Standing up, looking down at Wei Zhuoyan's heavy face, he smiled, "Okay, I agree."

"..."

"But on the other hand, you have to promise me one thing." Xiao Yi's eyes seemed to be on fire, burning Wei Zhuoyan's face inch by inch.

"——what?" Wei Zhuoyan spoke hesitantly with a sudden sense of uncertainty.

"It's okay to ask me to go on a blind date, but relatively, you have to go on a gay date with me." Xiao Yi narrowed her eyes, "If you want me to understand 'normal men', then I have an obligation to let you understand us." Heterogeneity' isn't it."

"..."